I feel I should plowshare this story but offset, a little desktop information. It took space when I was 18, in my senior year of high-pitched school day and at that power point, I was a total virgin. I was 5'6, about a 120 Syrian pound and entirely smooth on my body. My John Brown hairsbreadth and Brown oculus were the like wraith of color. My white skin had a nice little all-over tan to it. I had a pretty womanly name due to my slightly wide-cut hips and lowly guggle butt that seemed to appeal stares in the locker room at school day. I had never done anything with anybody of either sex. At that age, I wasn't entirely sure what my intimate orientation course was. I thought I was possibly gay because I had never seen a girl that made me think about having sex with her. I did however ; see guy rope that made me stir in my bloomers. I seemed to be particularly fond of former black men, which is exactly what my neighbor was. He was 6'2 and about 220 Irish punt of muscularity. I used to peek through my bedroom window whenever he worked outside in his chiliad. Seeing his muscles move while he did yard work made me want to touch myself. His wife was out of town one weekend so he asked me to babysit his two tyke while he worked all day. I happily agreed and this is the chronicle of what happened that night.

I sat on the couch of Mr. Dylan Thomas'house watching TV. I wondered to myself where Mr. Norman Mattoon Thomas was, since it was already 11:30pm and he had told me he would be home 2 hours ago. I didn't really care though. The kids had already gone to bed hour ago and I had pants in the dryer. I had accidently spilled some tea on my bloomers a little piece ago and so I threw them in the drier. I didn't have any underwear on so I just picked a pair of Mr. Thomas'basketball shorts out of the pick washables bin and slid them on. They were very big on me but I didn't charge. I was lost in my own intellection when I heard the front door open. I sprang to my animal foot to see Mr. Thomas'walking through the door.

"Hey Michael, sorry I'm so late. I went out with the guy from the job site for some after piece of work drinks and lost track of time. It was a good stress fill-in. Were the Thomas Kid okay tonight ?"

"Haha its okey Mr. Thomas. The kids have been in bed for minute and they were well behaved all day. Sometimes a guy needs to blow off some steam. Besides, I have pants in the dryer so I didn't judgement waiting. Sorry about stealing your shorts."

"That's okay."He sat down on the frame and put his infantry up on the ottoman. He was wearing work boots, blue jeans, and a wife beater under an opened flannel button up shirt. Even with his shirt on, you could still tell apart that he was a muscular man."Haha I'm surprised that those aren't falling off of you. What happened to your knickers ?"

I sat down on the cast adjacent to him."Haha I have them cinched up crocked as they go but they still keep falling down all the clock time. I spilled some tea on my pants so I threw them in the dryer. Do you take these back ?"

"Well no I don't but if you don't psyche giving them back, I'm sure I can notice something that fits you a little better. just now wear your shirt till I can receive something."

"Uuumm Mr. Thomas, I'm not wearing any underwear. Haha I'm sorry."

"It's okay. scarce wear your shirt until your gasp get out of the washer, it should be long enough to cover everything. Haha We're both guys right ? It's not like we haven't seen all this stuff in a locker."

My mind raced, was he trying to get me naked ? Did he want me ? No, of course of action not. He was a tie man with two young children. He didn't seem the sort of guy that would be gay. I settled on he was just trying to get his trouser back and that he didn't want some neighbor boy unblock balling in his shorts."Okay, I'm gon na take these off then."I stood up off the couch, faced away from him, and slid off the shorts. I immediately realized that my closely low-spirited shirt was not long enough to cover my entire prat. I just stood there in shock at my embarrassing situation with only ¾ of my smooth white ass covered before I could react by pulling my shirt down to almost compensate the rest of my ass."UUmm Mr. Lowell Jackson Thomas, I think I have underestimated the duration of this shirt."I turned my ahead around and thought I caught Mr. Thomas staring at my ass. He snapped his principal back as soon as I turned my principal around and said,

"fountainhead that's okay. I'm sure I have something that fits you in my room. Let's go claim a look."

"Haha I'm so stymie right now. Alright, let's go look."I kept my ass to him and turned around to climb up the steps that lead to his second tale bedchamber. As I climbed the stairs, he stayed 3 steps back and I could almost swear that I could experience him staring at me as we climbed the stairs. I kept my shirt pulled down as I skipped up the footmark."Haha I'm so distressing, I don't want you to see anything and get disgusted with me."

He just smiled and said,"It's okay Michael. I've seen man ass in the locker room before."
I got to the top of the steps and walked into his bedroom."Alright, let's get some gasp for me so you don't have to see my ugly livid ass anymore."

"Haha it's finely Michael. Not trying to creep you out but your ass isn't that bad looking."He walked over to a dressing table and pulled out a duad of grey yoga pants."These are my married woman's but you are about her size so these should fit. I hope these are okay."

I replied,"These are very well, thanks."I pulled on the blotto fitting bloomers and was pleasantly surprised at how they felt. I liked the way that they hugged my ass and cradled my trivial package. I turned around and jokingly said,"How do they look ?"

"Haha they look fine on you. You have a feminine physique anyway so they hug your curves,"he said with a little wink and a smile that I took to imply that he was poking fun at me.
I laughed and said,"well they do accentuate my pelvic girdle and ass nicely. I might have to keep these."
"Haha go ahead. She has pile of dyad of those damn things."He sat down on his bed, removed his shirts and started to unlace his iron heel. I was shocked at how smooth his dark powerful physical structure was. I started to feel myself get a bloomer so I quickly turned away and acted like I was just looking around his room.
"This is a nice master bedroom you got here."I looked back to see him standing up in zilch but his dark puritanic boxer briefs. I stared at his genitals and noticed how he had a declamatory bulge. I quickly looked back up at his face. I don't think he noticed me staring so I continued on."well you went full locker way tangible quick."
"Haha this isn't full locker elbow room. full phase of the moon cabinet room is defenseless but I didn't want to get bare with you in here and weird you out."

I chuckled and said,"Alright well, I'll get out if you feel uncomfortable."
He replied,"Why would I be uncomfortable ?"He dropped his bagger briefs and there it was. A glorious piece of large black-market nub and he wasn't even hard. It was so big and smooth out looking."Hey would you go get me some underwear out of that dresser over there for me please ? They're in the behind"

I pried my center away from his big swing cock and walked across the elbow room. I opened the drawer and set over to get some out. I rummaged around in the draftsman but couldn't find any underclothes."Umm they're not in here."I looked around to him and thought I saw his cock getting a lilliputian hard.

"Oh sorry, they must all be dirty. Well, I'm gon na hop in the shower now. You can just watch out TV in here until your pant get dry."He then turned away quickly and walked into the lavatory, leaving the threshold open a crack.

I sat down on his bed with the TV on and started to think. He is amazing looking. Was his cock getting bigger because he saw me crouch over in these yoga bloomers ? Did he receive me sexually attractive ? Was he jacking off in the rain shower thinking about me ? I heard the exhibitor running and decided to wait a while. I had to see it again. I walked over to the door and peeked inside. In the mirror manifestation I could see him pulling on his cock while he waited for the weewee to warm up. I started to get intemperate and rub myself through the thin pants. Suddenly, he looked abruptly at me in the mirror and waved his big fat cock at me and said,"You coming white boy ? ”